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Ulysses

Forgot: any more than he forgot the whipping lousy
Lucy gave him. And left the femme de trente ans. And why
no other children born? And his first child a girl?
Afterwit. Go back.

The dour recluse still there (he has his cake) and the
douce youngling, minion of pleasure, Phedo’s toyable fair
hair.
Eh ... I just eh ... wanted ... I forgot ... he ...
—Longworth and M’Curdy Atkinson were there ...
Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling:

I hardly hear the purlieu cry
Or a tommy talk as I pass one by
Before my thoughts begin to run
On F. M’Curdy Atkinson,
The same that had the wooden leg
And that filibustering filibeg
That never dared to slake his drouth,
Magee that had the chinless mouth.
Being afraid to marry on earth
They masturbated for all they were worth.

Jest on. Know thyself.
Halted, below me, a quizzer looks at me. I halt.

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